The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 22, Ed. 1 Friday, May 29, 1936 Page: 3 of 8
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By EDWIN BALMER
Copyright by Edwin Balmer
Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically
auccessful broker of Chicago, Is Infat-
uated with Agnes Glenelth, beautiful
daughter of a retired manufacturer.
Bodney, a doctor, Id love with Agnes,
visits his brother, Jeb. Hod plans work
at Rochester. Jeb suggests that he
cnake a try for AgneB before leaving.
In Rod there Is a deeper, obstinate
•decency and much sterner restraints
than in Jeb. Agnes believes to be happy,
A girl must bind herself entirely to a
man and have adorable babies. Rod
visits Agnes and tells her of his great
■desire, but realizes It can never be ful-
Ulled. Agnes" mother is attempting to
regain " her husband's love. Bob Glen-
*ith arrives from New York. Agnes
has disturbing doubts as to what at-
tracts her father there.
There was no mark of deterioration
upon him. It was plain that his im-
pulses and his needs for closest, emo-
tional contacts had not fled or even
retreated. Plain too, It had been for
gome time, that they had failed him
here. What was he "doing"? What
had he done?
> "Don't think about it," Instincts
He swung about to her. "When I
was in New York, I got out of some-
thing I got into awhile ago; und I
made half a million. . . . Tell me
what you want, little Light One."
"I don't want anything, Father," she
.answered before she realized how
much she was disappointing him.; for
she was thinking once more of her
mother. He would offer to buy her,
-too, anything she liked; hut it was
nothing that he need buy which Moth-
er wanted from him. And this half-
million additional in his hands would
not help her. No; it would not help
Mother at all.
~ "Bob?" they both heard her voice.
"Bob? Are you home?"
She had come to the top of the
stairs and was calling down.
Agnes saw him stnrt slightly. "Hello.
Tricie," he called back. "Wait up
They screened their first meetings,
these days, from their daughter.
"Anybody for dinner tonight?" he
Inquired of Agnes, as he turned.
"Jeb, I giless. Father." And she add
ed: "Hod was here this afternoon."
"The Deep Sea!" her father said,
and suspected aloud. "Why was he
taking off tiie afternoon?"
"He was going away. He's eone."
"I see," said her father, satisfied
with that, and he did not Inquire
whither. "Good fellow. But his broth-
er—how that young man does know
his way about!" And he started, at
last, for the stairs.
Headlights played on the windows
and swung away as a car skidded to
a stop. .
Jeb came In, cold and stamping and
She was his goal, this girl who
braved her bare arms and shoulders
to the chill from the door to meet him.
She, above all others ahd all else In
the world tonight, was the sole object
he sought, and nothing could keep
him from her. That was how Jeb
made you feel when you faced him.
"Hello, Glen!" He held her, mak-
ing her palms press his. "Hello, Glen!"
"Jeb, why did you drive tonight?"
He laughed, and his happiness at
the triumph of this arrival thrilled
down her arms from her palms held
"Thought the train might not get
through, Glen. I had to. Are you
glad, a little?"
"Oh, yes, I'm glad, Jeb!"
He ripped open his overcoat nnd
threw It off nnd upon a chair for
Cravath to pick up.
"Rod came?" he asked, as they
passed the blazing hearth" before which
her father had halted.
"Yes; he came. He's—wonderful,
Jeb. Wonderful. We talked In there."
Why did she indicate the room—and.;
avoid It? She had no Idea of taking
•Teb to it. Something quite separate
from Jeb had transpired in there, and
she would not have him intrude
"But you couldn't do It?" said Jeb.
"No, I couldn't do it."
They were in the great drawing-
room, where, on this stormy night, a
huge wood fire also was blazing. lie
turned to her In the warm light, tall
his brother, and straighter. There
was no ready-made suit, no marks of
carelessness, nothing could make Jeb
appear pitiful. .
Her mind flew to her mother's |room,
where there was another man whom
®he could not picture pitiful.
The four were alone at dinner.
Her mother and father had dressed,
'or they were going out. There was
always, in these days, something for
them to go out to, If they wished;
and tonight, though he was just home,
they utilized this escape from their
evening together. So Father sat at
his end of the table in his dinner-
jacket, and Mother, at her end, In
She was forty-seven, for she had
heen twenty-two when she had borne
®ee. the Dark One, the daughter like
herself. But Bee, after barely three
***** of marriage and two babies (U
Mother had had) was not now u
happy as Mamma had been for the
twelve years in the "little" honse
*here she had been a bride.
L Was happiness shortening? What
Zn . h ® you httd "—both of
you—as he at his end of the table, and
opposite him, had had?
,t0getherI Isn't " good!
sol" Th«t t0 wbe together- together
f ' £hat was how the old house had
lnrln I , Was gone- Most partlcu-
nnd u°,[ 11 was gone 'rom Father
and Mother. You could feel no cur-
rent of closeness.
Across the table Jeb sat. He was
nappy to be here, and to have her
re. Of course It was because he
was close to her, the table temporari-
y separating them, that he was happy.
He was in business clothes, as he
come his office. He and Ag-
ues were not to go out, to seek escape
themselves tonight* "-Quite to the
contrary 1 Why did conversation drag
Her father mentioned Insull to Jeb.
Stronger every minute," Jeb said.
Tm putting all my people Into'Mid-
There Mother sat, alone, no longeV
the closest, most necessary person to
any one Her figure, once as slender,
was by no means heavy. Women com-
plimented her Cugon Hrbut men had
"Tell Me What You Want, Little
ceased to turn when she passed. She
• had lovely hands, beautifully shaped
fingers with almond-like nails, which
Aiines had inherited. Her skin,
though not dark, was tess fair than
hwr husband's;- -and It needed color
There was not too much tonight,
Agn«?s thought. There was too little.
They had gone out together, Sim-
mons driving them. The leaping blaze
In the drawing-room had burnt down
to red-glowing charred logs that lay
lazily on the andirons.
Jeb gathered Agnes against him.
"Don't fight it." lie said. "It's no use.
It's over for them. That's all."
"Why's it over, Jeb?"
His arm about her also claimed her
right hand with his. lie fitted her
slender fingers in between his, as he
liked to do, and clasped palm to palm.
"Because it's over; that's all any
one can ever say. . . There's just
so much in the cup, sometim.es, I
think, Glen. You can sip it all your
life, afraid ever really lo_ta.ste it; or
you can dare to drink it down. That's
what they did, I figure from what
I've heard from you. They had it all;
they took it all, tipped it empty to-
gether. If he'd died, or she, ten years
ago, lt'd been a break for the poets;
true love for a lifetime. But why
bother about such a thing. Glen?. Do
you want- It?" ,—
"What?" Agnes said. —„
"Love for a lifetime. Tepid, taste-
less stuff you can bear to sip and
never' 'nefcd to gulp down. Do you
want It? By God, you'll never get
It from me. I've had clrls. Glen, but
never one like you. What we'll give
each other will be beyond telling. I
don't know how long it will last; and
neither do you. And I don t care;
nor do you. We'll have it—we'll have
It all while we're young. We'll tip up
the cup—won't we?—and drink the
whole dnnin thing down while we're
"Do yon dream your mothPf today
would trade what she'd had for any-
thing else she ever hPard of? . . ."
He thrust his free arm under her
knees and claimed her close. He arose
with, her In his arms nnd took a step
or two; carrying her; then he lifted
her higher, bringing her face so near
to his ^ could, by bending an
Inch more, kiss her^ But he did not.
Instead, with, his Iffy-Wr hers, he
It taunted and tantalized her.
"What Is It, Jeb, what are you sny-
"The lino — don't you know It?—
that Francois Villon wrote, dear, for
himself and his friends the night be-
fore he was sure they were all to be
hanged. 'Men, brother men, that aft-
er us live, let not your hearts too
hard on o> be.'" i
•iBnt why do yon say "?
"Why, Glen? Because we—Goa help
as. Glen—we are going to be married."
fAnd then, at last, he kissed her,
Beatrice Ayreforth had had a sun-
batli built In her home. The enclo-
sure under the quart* glass roof waa
, ■> '¥
tiu ! -
u*e a little Japanese room, with soft-
ly padded straw mats fitted together
to form the floor, and with a slightly
f^lsed section, laid with thicker ahd
softer mats, for lounging upon and
Here, in the soothing sun, you could
Play with your boys' round, strong
little bodies, and Imagine them men
—great men, splendid men, Inspiring,
Important and thrilling. When you
did this, you omitted Imagining them
like their father. They must be .more
than Davis ever would be. Davis,
your husband, who was only thirty
hut for whom you no longer held Il-
lusions of greatness or of real Im-
portance, though you loved him. Of
course you loved him.
He lacked something that, for one,
Jeb Braddon had. Jeb, who had been
at "the house" last night, as Beatrice
had learned when she phoned her fa-
ther after dinner, to say hello. How
much further, had .Agnes and Jeb
"gone" last evening?
Bee wished that Agnes would hurry
There she was! They faced each
other In the sun, but Agnes Immedi-
ately bent to the babies, rubbing her
hands briskly to be sure of their
warmth before she touched the brown
little bodies. Bobble kissed back on
her cool cheek after she kissed him;
with her lips the soles of
Davy's chubby little feet, one after the
"How's Jeb?" asked her sister, seat-
ing herself before her.
Agnes held to one of Davy's feet.
"All right, Bee," she answered.
"Did you go anywhere last night?"
"Not us. Father and Mother went
to the Stinsons'; but we stayed home,"
said Agnes a bit breathlessly.
"What'd you do?" demanded Bee.
"Bee,. I guess Jeb and I got sort
Beatrice's gaze jerked up. "Don't
"I know he said we were, Bee."
Agnes leaned over and resorted to
clasping both of Davy's feet, and pull-
ing him gently along the mat.
Beatrice quickly touched a bell be-
hind her. "They've been long enough
in the sun," she decided suddenly, and
bundled her babies into robes. When
the nurse knocked, she Itanded the
children out and secured the door
"All right now," said Bee, dropping
to the mat.
"1 liked him a lot last night, Bee. 1
let him know it."
"How about this morning?" Beatrice
"I'm going downtown to have lunch
with him today."
"Utit are you engaged? Did you say
you'd marry him?"
"I didn't; for I didn't know I would.
I don't know now."
"You mean you don't know wheth-
er you want to?" •
"I guess I want to marry him. Bee."
"Then what In heaven is it you don't
"What It will be like to be married
to Jeb," said Agnes. I didn't want to
talk to Mother about It, at all. She's
too unhappy. You aren't." "
"No," said Bee quickly. "How was
Father when he got home?"
"No different. He made a lot more
money In New York."
"I gathered that. . . . But you and
"He thinks we ought to get married
as quick as we can arrange it. Oh,
Bee, I never, never had such a day.
Rod came In the afternoon."
"I can't tell you about that. I can
never tell anyone about that! ...
Then Father came home; and Mother
was making ready for him. . . . Bee,
they'll separate when I get married, I
"Then I should think you'd hardly
"rush off nnd marry."
"But that makes me want to, don't
you see? Oh, If you were in the
house, yon would."
"I wouldn't," said Bee.
Agnes proceeded to Chicago on the
noon trnln. As she nenred the city,
she wondered, more practically, what
plan he had made for her and him-
self? For she felt tiiat today, of all
days, he would have a special surprise
Agnes started when she saw him.
How much more hers, since last night,
was this man at whom women gazed;
and for whom they turned, after they
had passed. Now he saw her!
Oh, this was something! She was
shaking from excitement as hardly
she had last night.
He took her away in a taxi, and still
saved the tension of their restraints
He named a .restaurant where a few
of their set were sure to be. So they
sat side by side at a little table, look-
ing out upon the wide, gay room just
as if nothing at all had happened
since fTiey" had been seen together.
So many people gazed at them; and
Agnes knew that they whispered to
each other: "There's Jeb Braddon."
Agnes' hand on the seat beside her
touclieA* liis,"" and his closed on hers
briefly only. _ ~——
"Nothing today," he told her, "or
More than last night? What could
he mean? Marriage today? Had he
a license In his pocket?
They left the restaurant, and Agnea
watched the women looking up at
him; he watched the men's eyes on
her, and was very satisfied.
He took her Into a taxi and gave an
address on the North Side;
"I'm going to show you a building,
Glen," he told her then, "where I fig.-
ured you and I would start"
"I spotted It for us—you with mo—
"How long Jeb?" %
(TO BE CONTINUED)/
t Bell Syndicate.—WKU Service.
Somebody has said thtft it OTnOt so where the deep water Is," and you
remarkable that Columbus dlscov- will have no trouble.
It would nave been
If he hadn't dis-
covered it. But,
though Columbus never dreamed that.
Disregard the warning that they
carry at they rock on the waves, and
not even a little port-tq-port journey
will be safe.
he had discovered America, or even , M°ny "boals beset every
thnt «,•« If. Journey from the cradle to the grave.
that there was an America to dis-
cover, the credit for his exploit can
never be taken away from blin.
But ours is an old race, and it
has accumulated much knowledge ac-
Today looking out of a window on qulred from those who have gone
the coast of Maine I can see dozens 'ie'ore-
of channel buoys without which
steamships would find it as difficult
to find their way Into the oarbor as
It was for the Genoese explorer to
discover San Salvador.
Some of these marks are light-
houses, some of them are red or
black spars, some of them are greut
Iron buoys which blow a warning
whistle with every lift and fall of
To maintain this system of warn-
ings, which is found at the entrance
of every port on both cdksts of Amer-
ica, required not only a -great deal of
money, but an almost incredible
amounted: courage on the part of the
lighthouse builders, and the men
whose business it is to see that the
buoys are always in their place, ready
to give their warnings.
Neither storm nor cold can turn
from their watchful task.
• • •
Let a single buoy go astray, or a
single lighthouse fail to "throw It's
beam across the wave," and every
Trtrlp entering or leaving port may be
To build up this nlmost perfect
system has required many years and.
a great deal of risk.
But were the marks not carefully
watched -nd tended, reaching a port
either by night or by day would be
a perilous business.
There was on^e a master mariner
who when asked how he could know
every rock in the entrance to a har
bor said :
"I don't. But I know wliere the
deep water is"
• * *
In our own little voyages to nnd
fro on our way, we are just as well
supplied with channel marks as are
the ships that move in an\l-t>ut\of the
ports along the seaboard.
If we heed these macks we pass In
safety,i If we are even just a little
careless disaster is sure to follow.
Make It your business to "know
Make use of.that knowledge If you
want to go safely through existence.
"Take chances," and nunt out
what you fancy may be short cuts,
and you need not be surprised If you
pile up your little bark on the rocks,
or sink her before you reach the port
which Is the goal of your ambition.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
and Phrases *
Ab uno dlsce omnes. (L.) From
Anno aetatls suae. (L.) In thp
year of his (or her) age.
Bonne fol. (F.) Good faith.
Caput mortuum. (L.) A worth-
De trop. (F.) Too much; too
many; out of place; not wanted.
Ecce signum. (L.) Behold the
sign! Here Is the proof.
JTata obtant. (L.) The Fates op-
Honl soit qui mal y pense. (F.).
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
(Motto of Great Britain.)
Inter se. (L.) Between (or among)
Lex non scrlpta. 4L.) Unwritten
law; the common law.
Mal a propos. (F.) Ill-timed; un-
Nemo me Impune iacessit (L.)
No one attacks me with impunity.
Teacher Ii Taught
Commander A. E. Lee, medical offi-
cer of the navy recruiting station in
Seattle, wanted to teach his wife a
lesson about being careless with jew-
elry. Without telling her he took her
jewels from a mantel and pocketed
them. Next day he asked police to
look for' $2,000 worth of gems. He
had lost them.
e Bell Syndicate.—WNU
The Arithmetic Test
In this test, ten oral arithmetic
problems are given. Read each one
carefully and See how qnickly yoa
can find the answers. Do not use
pencU and paper.
1. Add 8%, 44, 3%,
2. A person has $5,000 in the bank.
He withdraws 25% of It How much
money does he withdraw?
3. A gallon of gasoline costs eight-
een cents. How much does twelve
4. Change IS/8 to a whole or
5. A caravan traveling eight miles
a day goes thirty-six miles. How long
did It take?
0. What Arabic numeral cor- '
responds with the Roman MCXI? ■■
7. A suite of furniture costs" $80.
The company allows 2% discount for
cash. How much will the company
receive on a cash sale?
8. A person has $5,000 In the
bank. He withdraws 25% of It. How
much money remains in the bank?
9. A horse can run a mile In tweH3|
minutes. Using that basis, how fast
cap he run one mile and a quarter?
10. Change 2,222 Into Roman nu<
1. 22%. .... .
3. 54 cents.
5. Four and a half days.
9. Two and a half minutes.
Wolf Is Member of Dog Team;
Huskies Make Him Behave
Rev. Father O'Dwyer of North Bay.
Ont., a Sault diocese missionary, uses
a wolf in the dog team that pulls his
Snals at the priest from the wolf
Invariably are silenced by the team
leader, who administers a proficient
beating. The wolfs night howls,
however, often bring other wolves
uncomfortably close, the missionary
SHE JHOP SHOW* A PROFIT
SvV--:£•••. •••: v>,*.«. .. >
MY HUSBAND WE WOULDN'T N5ED
SAYS YOU GIRLS
rent is LONG
sorry, but i'm
afraid i cant
HOW CAN WE PAY
RENT, MR. BRADY
-EVERY WOMAN IN
TOWN OWES US
mrs. brady, if THE
ones we have now
would pay THEIR
"to HELP, so i'm
just sore because
you can't make
his wife look
like a movie
YOU'D GET RID
OP THOSE HEAD-
ACHES IF YOU'D
DO AS THE DOCTOR
OUT COFFEE FOR
30 DAYS ANP
IP YOU HAD MY
OH, AIX. RIGHT)
I WILL -IF
IT WILL STOP
REMARK.' SHE FEELS
YOU INSULTED HER,
AND NOW PROBABLY
RIGHT HAS SHE
TO JUMP ON
YOU? TELL HER
SHE'S NOT SO
Of course, children should never
drink coffee. And many grown-ups,
too, find that thecaffeip In coffee dis-
agrees with them. If you are bothered
by headaches or indigestion or can't
sleep soundly try PueluBTf6r30
go pays later
OM, I'M SO
FRIENDS ALL SAY
YOU HAVE BEEN
THANK YOU FOR
days. You may miss coffee at first,
but after 30 days you 11 not only Wei
better, but youHlove Postum for its
own rich, satisfying flavor. And it
contains no caffein. It is mply whole
wheat and bran, roasted and slightly sweetened. It
is easy to make, delicious, economical, and may
prove a real help. A product ofOeneral Foods.
MANY NEW .
FRE1 -Lttut Mild you yam first week's rapptr of
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